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My kind of growth
I keep thinking about the social activist A.J. Muste, who - during the Vietnam war - stood outside the White House every night with a candle. The story goes that he was asked if he really thought this could change the country. He replied, that wasn't why
Cailleach, Crone, Companion.
This winter had me finally understand the Cailleach. I’ve read about her as the Old Crone goddess of winter in these isles, but I wasn’t ready for her strength and beauty. Because what if she's this:
As the crow flies
A summer spent with Rae.
Simple ceremony
Gardening is a practical magic.